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[Ash-Tree]

here is a old poem i came across


They sell newspapers they cannot read, sew clothes they cannot wear, polish cars they will never own and construct buildings where they will never live. With their cheap arms they present cheap products to the world market.
They made Brasilia, and from Brasilia they were thrown out. They make Brazil, day after day, and Brazil is their land of exile.
They cannot make history. They are condemned to suffer it
eduardo galeano

so true
jah love Ashley

[paco]

thot someone might enjoy this



"Poesia"




"Open your heart beloved brother and see how the sweetest of tears flow from the sky. This is your gift to your own self and the stars. Your woman will melt into your arms and joy will make us one."

" When you are in front of my eyes, I see the sweetest smile coming from your heart, your words are sounds of million stars, your laughter music and your trembling tears are mine. Who are you beloved of my heart, but the open sky."

" When can I meet you if not Now, where can I be with you if not Here. You have never left this shore, you are the very breath in my heart, the light in my eyes, you are all way's mine."

" Oh my sweet one, don't cry for me, look at your face, I am there hiding in your eyes."

"The beauty that surrounds the rain, is in your smile. I can see you Now playing in the wind, my heart trembles as you hold my hand while I close my eyes and smile back at you, the only one."

" Why do you run away from my heart, cant you see that the rain is coming."

' You look so beautiful dressed in those clouds, come to me and let your tears drown me into your arms."

" , , the birds sing, until the stars make way to the moon and the earth trembles as I touch your skin and see your eyes disappears into the sky."

" Come, come and lets sing this song as divine drunkards, into the one. Lets dance and hold hands all night long until the dawn. And when you have to go, we will sing along the path, waving and smiling into the one."

" like an empty well that floods the rivers to come."

From your own heart

Dharmesh


http://www.dharmesheart.org/















 

[caitie]

Beautiful

[paco]

anyone like Rumi?

You were born with wings,
why prefer to crawl through life?


Absorbed in this world, you've made it your burden.  Rise above this world.  There is another vision.  All your life you've paid attention to your experiences, but never to your Self.  Are you searching for your Soul?  Then come out of your prison.  

Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the Ocean.   Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.  It will not lead you to astray.  Let the beauty you seek be what you do.  

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.  Question the scholars and philosophers, but God is beyond their understanding.  Then look in your Heart and it was there where God dwells that you will see;  God is nowhere else to be found.  Everything in the Universe is within You.

There is a link between matter and Spirit.  And your heart is looking for that path. Consciousness is clear and pure like water.  And pure water is a perfect mirror for moonlight.

Rumi

[burn_down_babylon]

One of my favourite poems is by a Carribean writer called Lorna Goodison.  I first heard it on an educational programme and I cry a little when I hear it spoken.  Although its about Homelessness, the last three stanza can be applied to a lot of things.  For the best effect you really have to hear it being spoken.

This Is A Hymn

For all who ride the trains
all night
sleep on sidewalks and park benches
beneath basements
and abandoned buildings
this is a hymn.

For those whose homes
are the great outdoors
the streets their one big room
for live men asleep in tombs
this is a hymn.

This is a hymn for bag women
pushing rubbish babies
in ridiculous prams
dividing open lots
into elaborate architects' plans.

Mansions of the dispossessed
Magnificence of desperate rooms
Kings and queens of homelessness
Die with empty bottles
Rising from their tombs.

This is a hymn
for all recommending
a bootstrap as a way
to rise with effort
on your part.
This is a hymn
may it renew
what passes for your heart.

This hymn
is for the must-be-blessed
the victims of the world
who know salt best
the world tribe
of the dispossessed

outside the halls of plenty
looking in
this is a benediction
this is a hymn.

[onajourney2berasta]

all of your poems are soso true

[braidzzz]

Greetings Idren,

This one is my own..
A blessing and curse this shell I am in
A blessing and curse this menalin rich skin

They use this as a tool to
opress me
when all the the great kings of the earths skin was
mahogany

what goes around comes around
we like to percieve
in that case this lifes turned 360 digrees

great kings of the past reduced to slavery
when my son undersands tell him bout the
days we

as a nation rose up from the darkness and doubt
the well of knowledge overflows with jah
there'll be no drought

were made from the soil of the earth they agree
but when I say adams brown the ridicule me?    (what colour is dirt?!)

they still look at us as a lower life form
when arts crafts and science we all did
perform

a blessing and curse this shell we are in
a curse .....and a blessing
my menalin rich skin

bless

[Nishan]

400 years
but Im still counting
our people bound by invisible chains
& when it rains
I smell the blood that was beaten from mi ancestors veins
MI ancestors that YO ancestors slain
I dont wanna hear
HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED
cause I can still feel the whip of mi ancestors pain sometimes taste blood that mi ancestors drained
but u say I complain
& still talkin about
HOW TIMES have CHANGED
but the fact that Im BLACK
will always remain
400 years
and
      I
          still
                count!
mi still waitin for that 40 acres & a mule account
u know the one yo ancestors promised to hand out
I guess our checks aint the only ones that bounce
and all that interest has been addin up
is it the strength of or color that you hate so much?
but yall steady tellin US!
love see's no color so whats the fuss
if love don't see color then wheres the love for US!
400 years
just dont add up!
you cant help but see color when u look at one of US!
yo FEAR see's color
cause its color
that
covers US!
u know u fear color cause your wallets u clutch.
u'll give food & shelter to a stray dog before u give ANYTHING to one of US!
if u ask me,
yall ALL in debt to US!
400 years of being physically beatin up!
didnt mi ancestors PAY ENOUGH
for US!
but we still aint got no trust funds put up
at times its mi funds u dont trust
and yall stamp it wit IN GOD WE TRUST!
I dont no who yo god is
but
      he
             dont
                     like
                           NONE OF US!
we aint made out the image of that stuff
and JAH aint printed on no paper
fa US!
BUT
branded in US!
400 years
and yall still aint made it up
brought I to this foreign place and bamboozled some of US!
workin them hot feilds
preparing YO family meals
just
       using
                 US!
knowing good and well
we didnt speak-ah the ing-ah-lush
400 years
just aint good enough!
this world is cold wit all da heat on US!
its a mans world
but
don't get it twis-tud
right
its only a mans world if that man is white!

[rastasunshine420]

all of your poems are so beautifil

[braidzzz]

Greetings Idren
This one I wrote when I was in schoOL

CLASS FOOL

They use our slang  as a way to look cool,
but when I use I suddenly become the class fool

for my presence in class I must show gratitude,
and because I'm black I'm expected to have attitude,

a bad attitude, a slack attitude
a way that wont increase my latitude,

become the center of attention
when its music or jokes

but pushed aside when its subjects
assumed to hard for us black folks

I put my hands up and to answer and ask questions
but don't get picked cause they still think I have the intention,

to disrupt the class by asking why something is
or asking whats next
not just sit down and accept their historical text

when someone challenges a teacher their mind is special
when I challenge a teacher I'm being controversial

cause the book I read they don't talk about in class
the isis papers,mis-education,the kebra negast,

only now i realize that my mind exceeds
far beyond what they thought my black mind needs,

ability to justify and make my own decision,
deliberate and negotiate with my own precision

so I sit and hear them shout RASTAFARI!! to look cool
the token black the trouble maker, the class fool

BLESS

[paco]

[for someone]


going crazy
by hexmexchica21

how could i let you do it?
somehow you've managed to pull the wool over my eyes.
now the fire in me has been lit
you and your squeemish lies
ir's so strange now being here
i feel isolated and invisible to you
incriminated by fear
my life has turned blue
you dont even know who i am.
you have no clue who i've become inside
i dont even think you give a damn
keep on pushing me to hide
but it's time for me to let go
maybe i'm over-reacting or maybe you are
maybe i'll never know
or maybe happiness isn't really that far.
i just cant take it anymore
whatever it is i feel
i just dont know what the hell your doin this for
is this all even real?
why is it that you cant let me bo?
why cant you just stop hurting everyone?
maybe my pain you just cant see
maybe your ass is just doin it for fun
im so lost. who can i trust?
maybe no one, or someone, i just dont know
but i cant sit here collecting dust
im so damn nuts, i feel like im gonna blow.
everyting has this wierd sense
like it isnt reality im in.
all around me there is a fence.
the evil in your glare shows that aweful sin
its even in my dreams
its all over in my mind
can you hear it in my screams?
i cant help but wonder how much more pain i'll find
its not over till my dearh i know
so for now, im letting it go.

Posted on October 31st, 2003
Total poems on Poets Corner: 25
E-mail hexmexchica21

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feel
by hexmexchica21

look at me. do you see my pain?
look in my eyes. Do you see the rain?
search long and hard. do you see you?
imagine beyond image. do you get the view?
do you see the pain you have caused me?
do you understand what you've forced me to be?
do you realize how long i've tried?
do you want to take back all the tears i've cried?
relax....

look away. is your mind racing?
close your eyes. is it my soul you're chasing?
bow your head. do you wish to pray for your sin?
do you see how hard you've pushed my mind?
do you understand i will never be the one you wish to find?
do you realize all the pain you've put me through?
i wish i could have the chance to do it to you.

open your eyes. do you enjoy the light of day?
think hard. what is it that you wish to say?
imagine. do you want to keep that light?
picture. if you lose it, do you see your fright?
cry. do you feel the pain i've lived with?
pray. and to your God, plea the fifth.

breath.... how does it feel?
Posted on October 31st, 2003
Total poems on Poets Corner: 25
E-mail hexmexchica21

[afeleki]

Jah light of Bob Marley

You are one and all,
alofa that dwells in ocean moaga,
behold, immaculate Bob Marley
appears before InI
with truth and righteousness by his sides,
forever loving and Overstanding, Bob Marley--

You are radiance!
your dreads stream InI into my life
Irie I believe in your light
fortunes lost InI free
to make his mind known
to the world
Rastafari is the truth and light
forever livin' forever guiding, Jah!

[paco]

[wanted to share this]

              Heated passions, chilling effects,

When they first met, she couldn't forget.

Time's only purpose was for them, together.

They talked together, and were gentle,

They laid together, and were flaming.

She told him her dreams, trusting him with her prayers,

She needed a friend, she needed a man.

As newness stretches thin, turned out

He didn't understand.

Part of the man let her down. Part of the man couldn't give.

Part of the man he never was.

Part of the man, part of her life, been all through this before.

Heated passions, chilling effects.

And here she is, acting tough again.

Turning herself off fast, curtains dropping in place,

Giving away nothing in her eyes

john trudell





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[paco]

re post. still A ffects me



Listen

with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you

in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is.

- M. S. Merwin

[paco]

Sacred Chambers

If you knock on my door
Be sincere,
Know that everything you ever thought will
Be revealed as being false.

I will hold you in a deep embrace
With love,
As you will be led to see all masks dissolve
And know that Love is your True face

But this True Love affair
Is passionate
And One who points the way is often sought
As the soothsayer of your precious mind

So take this Hand with heartfelt ease
In reverence
To the core of your own Being
The flame of Truth fires hot in Sacred Chambers

Fall in love with me slowly
For eternity
And let the glow of burning embers
Leave you in ashes in the Heart of the Divine.


'Viveka' Jeannie Fitzsimmons
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